In this world full of deceit,
Where should they be headed now.
The crazy lovers in love forever,
Where should they be headed now?

The fires are always guarded,
By the watchful eyes of the world,
Those who wish to immolate,
Where should they go and burn?

Those which are hard to recite,
And those that are hard to veil,
Confess, oh poor lonely hearts,
Where should those poems go?